Being compared

When I was a kid, my mom likes to compare me and my brother (probably to him too). She told that I don’t have the touch for art while he has it. So when it comes to create something, he got better marks. So, I grew up by believing that I’m not talented for it. One day I had a talk with Mr. James (not real name). He’s asking me how do I feel about my artistic side. I explained […]